When I look into your eyes
And see my own reflection
When I see what you behold
When you look at me with passion
Do I see a mess?
A mind tortured by confusion?
A creature that strives
For perfection and acceptance
If so I forgot my glasses
The ones You are wearing
The ones that have a filter
The filter of your blood
Glasses that make everything bright
Glasses that make everything right
A filter that only sees blood
On top of all my imperfections
Your vision is so pure
Your eyes so full of love
I am clothed with beauty
Beauty from above
The beauty of your Son
Now belongs to me
I am clothed with perfection
And that is all you see
“You are all fair my love
There is no spot in you”
Song of songs
Creator's Joy 